Chapter 984 The mother of the dean of the Star Orphanage (7)

  Otherwise, it is easy to have a heart attack and death due to poor breathing.

   They are not worried about Changsheng's body, but they are afraid that Changsheng's death will affect them.

   So when they are in a bad mood, they can only vent on other people.

  For them, the children in the orphanage are just their punching bag, a tool for them to vent their emotions. Anyway, they don’t dare to complain, and no relatives will decide for them.

   In the small dark room at this time, there was a tall and thin figure.

  Because it was too dark, I couldn't see the man's face clearly, only a silhouette of his body could be seen. With his back to the door, the boy was hitting the wall with his forehead, again and again, as if he didn't know the pain.

   "Brother Qinglang, I'm just laughing." The child's soft voice came from outside, and the boy's impact stopped.

After   , the voices of Changsheng and Xixi also came from outside.

The    boy stopped the ramming. In the dark, he turned around and came to the iron gate, his head lowered, but his eyes did not fall on the door.

   After a while, his lips moved, and a few hoarse words came out of his voice: "Smile, you?"

   Are you smiling?

   Outside the door, Xiaoxiao was lying on the iron door, although the boy's voice was a little low, but he heard it, he hurriedly said: "Brother Qinglang, it's me, I'm Xiaoxiao."

   "Smile, smile." In the small dark room, the boy murmured in response.

  The relationship between juveniles and Xiaoxiao is the best.

   In the Xingxing Orphanage, Xiaoxiao is a pistachio, cheerful, likes to laugh, and smiles sweetly, just like his name.

   Autistic teenagers also responded the most to Xiaoxiao.

   "Brother Qinglang, are you hungry?" He smiled and asked several times.

   A boy's voice came from the door.

   "Hungry, I."

I'm hungry.

   "Brother Qinglang, wait a minute, I'll give you something to eat with a smile."

   The door of the small dark room could not be opened, and the food could only be thrown in through the palm-sized window.

   But the window was over a meter high, and even the oldest Changsheng couldn't reach it.

   However, Xiaoxiao they have countermeasures.

   Come to the little black house to deliver food, they already have experience.

   Xiaoxiao Da Da Da was struggling to drag the chair.

   Among the two, the eldest, Changsheng, could not do the heavy work of moving chairs because of his health, and Xixi couldn't do it even more in a wheelchair, so he could only be a five-year-old with a smile.

The   wood chair was still heavy for the five-year-old Xiaoxiao, and it took him a long time to drag the chair over.

   However, Xiaoxiao did not have any complaints.

  Xiaoxiao, has always been a helpful child.

   "Hey, it's here." Xiaoxiao finally dragged the chair to the iron gate and exhaled a long breath.

   "Brother Changsheng, it's your turn."

"it is good."

   Even with a chair, Xiaoxiao's height still can't reach the small window, but longevity is possible.

  Changsheng carried a bag containing steamed buns and rice, tied them tightly, moved his little hands to the window, and stuffed them in.

   Steamed buns fell through the window and fell to the ground with a bang.

   "Brother Qinglang, have you seen Fanfan?" asked with a smile.

   In the small dark room, the young man was stunned for a while, then looked down, squatted down and groped, and quickly got the bag containing the food.

  The sound of laughter came from outside again.

   "Brother Qinglang, have you got it?"

  The boy blinked and said, "Get it, me."

I got it.

   Xiaoxiao, who received the response, smiled happily: "Brother Qinglang, I'll see you later."

   Children with autism will not be able to distinguish between host and guest and have a dull pain sensory nerve

  

  

   (end of this chapter)